Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme

(1839 - 1907 / France)

Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme Poems

1. L'Agonie 11/24/2012
2. L'Âme 11/24/2012
3. L'Amour Maternel 11/24/2012
4. L'Automne 11/24/2012
5. L'Escalier De L'Ara Coeli 11/24/2012
6. L'Étoile Au Coeur 11/24/2012
7. L'Idéal 11/24/2012
8. L'Inspiration 11/24/2012
9. L'Une D'Elles 11/24/2012
10. La Beauté 11/24/2012
11. La Chanson De L'Air 11/24/2012
12. La Colombe Et Le Lis 11/24/2012
13. La Grande Allée 11/24/2012
14. La Jacinthe 11/24/2012
15. La Mer 11/24/2012
16. La Reine Du Bal 11/24/2012
17. La Terre Et L'Enfant 11/24/2012
18. La Valse 11/24/2012
19. Le Cygne 11/24/2012
20. Le Dernier Adieu 11/24/2012
21. Le Pardon 11/24/2012
22. Le Vase Brisé 11/24/2012
23. Le Volubilis 11/24/2012
24. Ne Nous Plaignons Pas 11/24/2012
25. Pèlerinages 11/24/2012
26. Première Solitude 11/24/2012
27. Silence 11/24/2012
28. Silence Et Nuit Des Bois 11/24/2012
29. Renaissance 11/24/2012
30. Rosées 11/24/2012
31. Scrupule 11/24/2012
32. Un Rendez-Vous 11/24/2012
33. Prière 11/24/2012
34. Midi Au Village 11/24/2012
35. Pluie 11/24/2012
36. L'Indulgence 11/24/2012
37. Les Oiseaux 11/24/2012
38. Les Serres Et Les Bois 11/24/2012
39. Le Long Du Quai 11/24/2012
40. La Musique 11/24/2012
Best Poem of Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme

At The Water's Edge

To sit and watch the wavelets as they flow
Two - side by side;
To see the gliding clouds that come and
And mark them glide;

If from low roofs the smoke is wreathing pale,
To watch it wreath;
If flowers around breathe perfume on the gale,
To feel them breathe;

If the bee sips the honeyed fruit that glistens,
To sip the dew;
If the bird warbles while the forest listens,
To listen too;

Beneath the willow where the brook is singing,
To hear its song;
Nor feel, while round us that sweet dream is clinging
The hours too long;

To know ...

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Cradles

Along the quay, the great ships,
that ride the swell in silence,
take no notice of the cradles.
that the hands of the women rock.

But the day of farewells will come,
when the women must weep,
and curious men are tempted
towards the horizons that lure them!

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